Category: my diary

I lost my virginity to a white man

PART 1

I was romantically involved with an Asian boy when I was in high school, but we were just friends. I knew he liked me, and he knew I liked him, but we were both too scared to admit it. We never even held hands or hugged. We were platonic friends. After he graduated from high school, he tried to contact me, but my mother forbade him to ever talk to me again. I heard that he became extremely miserable and tried to commit suicide a few times. At the time I was also in college and I was miserable too. I was depressed and I took out all my energy on studying. I excelled in college and landed a job as an associate manager for a five star hotel corporation, and I was dispatched to Shanghai, China. At this point in my life, I had yet to have any sexual relationship with anyone. I always wished that I could save my first time for that Asian boy I used to know in high school. I had never heard from him again ever since. He had no facebook, no linkedin, no twitter, no social media presence at all. I heard from some classmates that he had dropped out of college. I was very depressed and I always had hoped that he would contact me again, but never ever again did I hear from him.

Then my boss, a white expat from England, came into my life. The five star hotel in Shanghai that I worked for was almost exclusively serving foreigners, white foreigners from Europe, North America and rich Middle Eastern states such as Saudi Arabia, and all the staff were Asians. They were Chinese waitresses, servants, housekeepers, greeters, etc. They were all very servile and you can almost feel the racial dynamic if you had stepped into the hotel. It was an exorbitant hotel, with enormous dome-like hallways and golden rims and large crystal lights, and all the guests were white, and all the servants were Chinese.

Long story short, I became sexually involved with my boss from England, and lost my virginity to him. Every night after work he brought me into his penthouse at the top of the hotel and ravished me hours and hours. I had often cried as he penetrated me, as the memory of that Asian boy I used to know in high school resurfaced in my mind. He took me out to the deck with his massive hairy arms around my thin waist and I can see all the Asian staff gawk and stare in shame and humiliation–yet another young, beautiful, smart Asian girl conquered and subjugated by the bulky, superior white western men. The young Chinese men–all handsome and good looking–looked down in shame. They knew that they were no match to a white man like the boss who took my virginity. They were poor, they did not go to colleges in America, and they were Chinese. I was educated in America, in a prestigious college, and I make more than 10 times what they make, and my boss makes 100 times what I make. Even if they liked me, they would not dare to approach me, because they would be intimidated by my education, my salary, and my status as an American citizen.

But in front of my boss, I was nothing but another worthless Asian whore. He would wave his big western cock in my face and smirk and tell me how small and pathetic I was. I felt so humiliated and ashamed of myself. I felt so inferior in front of him, which made me all the more sexually aroused, and I had the most intense orgasms as he fucked me.

Then one day, as I was checking my email, I saw a message from that Asian boy I used to know in high school. He wrote that for the last 10 years of his life he has been thinking of me. He wrote of how miserable he has been. I cried. I cried. I cried. Yet there was nothing that I could do for him anymore.

I had lost my virginity to my boss, and I am now a white man’s little asian whore.

I blocked him and never heard from him ever since, but deep inside my heart, whenever my white boss fucked me hard, spanked me, whipped me, or used a dog collar to lead me crawling around the room, I remembered him and tears rolled down my cheeks.

PART 2

I lied when I said that I never heard from him again. I wished it was the case. He used a different account and contacted me again, and this is what he wrote: “Are you really going to let me live in this misery for the rest of my life? Give me a release, please. It’s been 10 years. At least let me know if you are married so I can know that you are happy and that you have moved on. All those years, I have been living in misery. I wished I can forget about you, but it’s been impossible. I tried so hard to forget about you, I tried so hard. I was so depressed that I tried to commit suicide.”

I still remember the morning when I read this message. I had gotten out of bed, tearing my naked body away from the hairy arms of my white boss. It was my daily routine to check emails before getting to work. All of a sudden, when I saw this message, my face turned pale and my whole body started to shake. Without even realizing it, tears started to flow out of my eyes like rivers. I immediately rushed to the bathroom to clean myself. I was completely naked and my boss was laying in our bed, his hairy Caucasian belly and his massive, hairy white legs and feet were completely exposed. I felt so ashamed. I almost felt like as if he could see us and I didn’t want to imagine the misery he must have been living through. I sobbed uncontrollably and tried my best to cover my mouth to not make a sound. I was scared that my current boyfriend might see me in this state. I did not know what I would tell him. I did not know how I would be able to explain, why all of a sudden his precious little Asian jade is all crying for no reason.

Deep inside, yet at the same time, I felt a tinge of happiness. He loved me for all those years. He really did. I smiled to myself. Then the realization that I will never be able to see him again made me cry again. I was crying and laughing to my self in the bathroom.

I don’t know if I am making any sense now because as I remember what happened, it feels as if no amount of words can heal the emotional wound that has been my heart. It feels as if no matter how much I write, how matter how hard I try, I can’t forget about this feeling.

I did not block him this time. In stead I changed my name. I changed my last name to just one letter. I changed my first name to my generic English name. I deleted the name of the high school that I went to.

I can’t bare to hurt him again. But I just can’t ever be able to talk to him again. I hope he can forget about me. I hope he can find another girl whom he loves more than me.

Because his once chaste, virginial jade is now no longer what he remembered. This once prudish, innocent Asian girl who refused to even let him touch her, who once only knew love in the vaguest sense of the word, is now nothing but a dirty little chink whore for a white man. She is just another cheap asian whore who will do anything to climb the corporate ladder. Only the memory of me will be able to live in his mind from now on.

PART 3

I suppose the story does have a happy ending. I tried so hard to hide the message that he sent me from my boyfriend, but I looked at it everyday and my boyfriend suspected that something was wrong. He saw me staring over the laptop over and over and crying, and he grabbed my laptop over and saw what I was reading. He said that, first of all, he couldn’t believe that I would still be having feeling for a loser like that asian boy, and that I would be very severely punished, more severely than ever before. He had considered what he had done to me before to be merely part of a game in the bedroom, but now he was angry, and jealous of the fact that my heart was not 100% devoted to him, and he wanted me to be taught a lesson that would make me remember for the rest of my life. Second, this was considered stalking–what he was doing, that is, sending me a message even after being blocked, and trying to elicit pity from me by allegedly threatening me with suicide, so my boyfriend decided to report the incident to the police, and have him either arrested or put out a restraining order so that he would never be allowed to contact me again.

To be honest, there was no way even after high school that we would be together again. Originally I had gone to a state university just like he was, and that was when he first tried to contact me, but he did not go through. Once again he got scared, and he quit. If he had got hold of me back then, we would still be able to be together. But after the second semester I transferred to NYU a top-tier college that’s almost the equivalent of an Ivy League school, and at that point, there was no way that we would be together again.

The whole reason that I liked him in the first place was because he was the smartest student in our high school. He didn’t just have the highest GPA, he was also very handsome and good-looking, but this all changed after the April of our senior year. He did not get into any Ivy League School and he did not become the valedictorian. Meanwhile a lot of our classmates who were more mediocre than he was had gotten in. From what I heard, he was rejected by many of the Ivy League Schools that he applied to and was wait-listed at a bunch of other elite schools and they would all eventually reject him. He lashed out at his classmates, and became very unstable emotionally. No one wanted to talk to him anymore.

In Asian culture a woman must be inferior to man. In Asian culture, a woman almost always seeks out a man that is stronger than her, taller than her, makes more money than her, and has a higher status than herself. Sure there are perverted women who do not adhere to this rule; what they are doing is perverting the natural order between men and women. And in our circle, in the circle of the good Asian students, college is one way to measure that relationship. Those colleges are ranked, and it’s very important to us who got into the highest ranked school. Because I had gotten into NYU and he was only languishing in an elite state college, that meant I was at a superior standing in relation to him, and there was no way he would be able to deal with it anymore.

When he added me on facebook, that was another semester after our first year of college, I did not add him, and he thought he had found the wrong person. Because he didn’t know I was at NYU and I did not have a profile picture. That was when I changed my name. I knew we would never be able to be together, ever again. Even if I wanted to be with him, even if I still loved him, which I didn’t feel anymore at that point, the fact that I had gone to NYU meant that he was now inferior to me and he would not be able to balance his emotion. No, not him, that poor little freak who was always so emotionally unstable and who would never be able to succeed in life. Looking back, I suppose I had shown love to the wrong person. He wasn’t the smartest person in our high school after all. If I had known who got into Harvard, I would have dated him, but at the time everybody thought he was the one who was going to get into Harvard.

My boyfriend, my boss, the man from England who went to Cambridge and worked as a trader for Wall St. and now is the Chief Executive Officer of the corporation that I worked, wanted me to be hurt. He tried whipping me with his belt, but he had realized, I would get scarred too easily. My skin is too thin and I would bleed too quickly. So he stopped whipping me. He wanted to humiliate me. He made me strip naked and kneel inside his apartment for an entire day. He handcuffed my wrists and my ankles behind my back so I couldn’t move. At evening he brought back a cage into our apartment and told me to sleep inside the cage. I hadn’t eaten anything for an entire day and my head was dizzy.

In my fainted mind I once again reminisced to the days of innocence, when we were all just about to grow into adulthood. That was the last period of my life that had so many intense meaning, before the onset of a hopeless, meaningless humdrum had taken over my life. The images of him flashed before my eyes, and tears rolled down my cheeks once again. I did not think I loved him anymore. Yet the memory of him brought back so much pain. And whenever I was suffering, whenever my boss punished me and tortured me, I remembered him. It was the pain that brought back the memory of him. That pain was purely emotional and it was a thousand times worse than any physical pain. I guess deep in the deepest chamber of my heart, I still ached for him.

After spending a night inside cage, the next morning, a group of white expats showed up in our apartment. Some of them were old, some young, some tall, some short, all in all there were 15 of them. Then my boss stepped over and said that I would be gangbanged by all of them.

Submission oozes out of an Asian woman like no other women in the world, my boss had always said, and he loved me precisely because of my submissive nature, knowing that I would never dare to disobey.

They took turns going in and out of my vagina, my anus and my mouth and I felt cum being scooped out of my vagina, and then another dick was inside me. I had never felt so disgusting as at that point in my life. I felt like a public urinal.

Afterward I stayed in the shower for all 6 hours, and no matter how much I scrub, how many times I rinse myself, I could not get the feeling out of me. I had been soiled from the inside out. I did not just need a shower to cleanse my body, I also needed a shower to cleanse my soul, but what soap do I use to cleanse my soul?

This was the punishment that he had given me, and afterward, he said, since I had been sullied by so many men, I was no longer his girlfriend. He would allow me to continue to serve the corporation in my current role, but he would no longer allow me into his apartment. In fact, he said, he would give me to one of his subordinates a very old white man who was bald, and weighed over 300 pounds. Our relationship ended. Just like that, I was taken out like trash, and, the next day, another Asian girl took over my spot.

At least I kept my job.

Yesterday I dreamed of my first love again.

PART4

In my dreams I still dreamed of that asian boy. I dreamed that he became a mutli-billionaire. I dreamed that, twenty years later, he came back again. This time, he was no longer the derelict, hopeless young man that he once was, and probably still is now; this time, he came back. He came back with all the power in the world. He came back on top of the world and everyone else is beneath him. He became the most successful man in the world. And he came back. He came back. He came back to see me again. And I would never be able to forgive myself. I would kneel before him, supplicating before his feet, and I would wipe my own tears with my hair as my tears drip onto his boots. And of course he would no longer love me. At least he would still want to see me, to see how miserable, how broken I have become. And he would smile. I dream. I dream that he has overcome all odds to succeed.

It’s easier for a woman like me to get the kind of jobs that I do, because I pose no threat to the men in power. I am nothing but a pawn to them. But he is different. He is a menace to them, so that is why they must do everything to destroy him. So that’s why he must suffer so much. But in my dreams of dreams–oh god I wish he would succeed. I wish he would clear all obstacles and become the most powerful man in the world. Is it too much to ask for? Is it going to happen? How much I wish! How much I wish.

But at least I can still dream. I dream. I dream.

He was the smartest boy in our class. He was. He really was. Even the ones who got in Harvard and MIT knew he was a genius. Oh, please, please overcome! Because I still believe in you. I believe you can do it. I can never tell you now. No, I can’t. But I know you will succeed. Please god let this happen. I will give my life to see the day when he comes back as the most successful man in the world. I pray.

Why do Asian girls go crazy over White Men?

Asians in general, and not just Asian girls, have these innate desires to be accepted by White Men. To be considered worthy of their attention. That’s why whenever an asian girl is around White Men, she immediately loses her coy and submissive facade and reverts to a whore-like nature, which is what she is in relation to White Men, and she will do anything to please White Men and hope that she would be good enough for the White Men to fuck and impregnate. Consciously or unconscionably, she knows she is inferior to White Men and considers it a vast improvement if she is impregnated with the white sperm, thereby improving her and her offspring’s social standing in the world.

Even the nerdiest and lowest White Men consider themselves superior to asians. In the presence of White men, asians are mere laughing stocks. Asian boys are weak, effeminate eunuchs whose only hope of ever having sex is being fucked as submissive bottoms, while asian girls are whores who will kneel down and do the bidding of any White Man. Because It’s so easy to use an asian whore. She loses whatever self-control and will-power she had the moment she’s around White Men.

I myself have sucked the cocks of many married White Men who would smile smugly at me as I knelt in front of them. Many were married to white women and enjoyed fucking a little asian concubine on the side, sometimes even with the tacit approval of their white wives. Only the most inferior White Men marry asian women.

老外男人们在中国的“性福”生活 (White men’s happy sex lives in China)

translated from original Chinese article

It is no secret that Chinese women are very eager to spread their legs for white men …

but exactly to what extent has the phenomenon evolved in modern China? The author recently went to a Chinese university to talk to the white men living in China about their sexual relationships with Chinese women, and quickly, the entire discussion become a forum for white men to showcase their conquests. All the white men involved in the discussion eagerly shared about their recent sexual encounters with Chinese women. Overall, the white men ranged from 18 to 81 in age, and no matter what size, what appearance, as long as they stay in China for one to two years, they could have sex with over thirty Chinese women, on average. In fact, it is pretty easy for those white men to have sex with a few hundred Chinese women. (those women are not prostitutes, in fact, many of those Chinese women are students, white collar professionals, with good family, good looks.) And best of all, none of those Chinese women are after white men’s money. In fact, many Chinese women eagerly spend money for the white men, and often want to take them out, in order to gain “face” in front of other Chinese.

Several white men’s explicit anecdotes about their sexual conquest of Chinese women:

From a Shanghai expat:

I had a German friend who often went to Buddha Bar on Maoming Lu. One night he went there and:
#1) He quickly met a local [Chinese] girl – took her home and fucked her. Kicked her out. Went back to the bar.
#2) Met a second local girl – took her home and fucked her. Kicked her out. Went back to the bar.
#3) Met a third local girl – took her home and fucked her. Kicked her out. Went to sleep.
True story. And probably not that unusual either [for white guys]. I have told some local [Chinese] ‘friends’ this story. They never believe me. They all claim that local [Chinese] girls are traditional and ‘good’. Cracks me up.

 

Michael from England, living in Nanjing, says:

I have hundreds of stories. I could go all night, so to speak! Friend of mine was having lunch at Carls Junior in Raffles one day with wait for it, his wife and one year old kid. Next table are 2 hot young students, around 20 years old. Wife takes kid to bathroom. Girl says to my friend “you are such a great father, I wish you were my father” then they exchange numbers before the wife comes back.

 
A expat Austrian guy in Chongqing says:

I have had a great deal of success with the Married birds here. Most of them are so disgusted by their worthless Chinese husbands they are easy targets. All they want is good sex, someone who showers regularly and can last more than 2 minutes in the sack. I was recently with a housewife 2 weeks ago and she complained that her husband always came home trashed, wanted to have sex and blew his wad in nano seconds. Most time though we would just come home and pass out drunk. I have had countless housewives like this. Picking up single Chinese women is very easy as well. Funny, when I fuck at the Y, [anal sex] most of them are like, OMG, where have you been all my life … that keeps them coming back for more, as their worthless BF and husbands wont go south of the border …

 

Jeff from Florida, currently studying at Fu Dan University says:

A friend and myself once took two Chinese girls home we met at a club. After I was done with my girl, she asked where my friend was and I pointed to his bedroom. She then went in to his room and shagged him. His girl just went home. I was really pissed he got to do both and I only got one. Then there’s the girl who slept with me and two of my friends (I was the last of the three of us) and thought we didn’t know. She didn’t expect we’d talk. But of course, we did.
Rob from Minnesota, currently dating two Chinese women, shares this story about his sexual encounters with a third Chinese girl.
Here’s my dilemma: This is a true story but some names have been changed to protect the innocent …
About 5 days ago I was walking back to my home from the nearby village market where I brought a bag of oranges. Whilst this is not uncommon, a very attractive Chinese girl came up to say hello and asked me if I ever go dancing at a local club. I live in an area with 3 major universities and there are 30k+ students around so the village is always flooded with girls at all times of the day. It was about 1pm this day. She asked me where I was from and if I was a teacher at the school I was heading to and I said yes. I asked her where she was going and she said the internet cafe that we walked by. I said by and kept walking. I have had these random encounters many times, I’m sure we all do.
Fast forward. Friday night. My steady girlfriend of 8 months is in her room, didn’t want to come over. I am HAPPILY playing Xbox in my room, laying on the couch. There’s a knock on the door. I put some pants on ( like to play Xbox in my Fruit of the Looms – and guess who is there! This attractive 22 year old girl. At my door.So I invite her in. She asks me if I want to go dancing. I say no, not tonight, I am playing Xbox. So she sits on my couch and we chat. Her English is ok. She’s a 3rd year student at my school, but not in my program. After about ½ hour I figure What The Hell, lets put some moves on her. Ok no kiss, bad sign… Hands up her shirt Good sign I ask her if its ok, she says yes. So the hands start to wander… Um the rack is nice and not fake…
One hour later we are in my bed! Oh baby baby…
Come 11 I kind of want her to leave so I can go back to Xbox … I was playing Call Of Duty World At War … Love to kill Nazis …
She says ok I will sleep here tonight. I say ok… Well guess what I had for breakfast the next morning… So she leaves later on the day. I have NO CLUE what her name is and don’t have her phone number but I gave her mine. I spend the day with my girlfriend, who is totally on the rag with her attitude… And go back home. The next day…
A knock at my door! Guess who’s back! She comes over, spends the night yet again… This has gone on almost every night since I met her. She comes over, watches tv, eats, showers, have sex with me, and either leaves or spends the night. After 5 days, I still don’t know her name or WHAT SHE WANTS. I am sure she has an angle, don’t they all? Does she want money? A Visa? Clothes? New phone? Don’t know yet. I can tell you she is attractive, loves to be held and cuddled, and sleeps 14 hours a day – when she is not watching tv. What to do? I have 2 girlfriends already… Wasn’t really looking for a third.

 

A beijing expat asks:

Why are Chinese girls so easy to bang?
Beijing is like a PARADISE for white guys. And I’m not talking about brothels/massage parlors or anything where you pay money. It’s like girls throw themselves at you at clubs, schools, bars, classes, etc, just to experience something “different”, “exotic” and “exciting”. I’ve gotten quite big-headed since arriving in China. I got action back in the States, but NOTHING like China. My Chinese isn’t even that good. Can you imagine a Chinese guy in the U.S. trying to pick up chicks with broken English? I’m by no means complaining, just wondering =P

WMAF Interracial BDSM Erotica

Confessions of Submissive East Asian Women by Jennifer Suzuki

Training of Inferior East Asian Women by Jennifer Suzuki

A Romantic Rape of Nanking: War Crimes of Love by Jennifer Suzuki

Century of White Worship by Jennifer Suzuki

Philosophy of White Man Worship by Emily Chin Lynch

Adopted Asian Daughter by Jessica Wang

My Sexual Submission to White Power by Claire Liu

Asian Women in Love by Claire Liu and Michelle Liu

The national defect of the chinks

The chinaman is unique in this respect. He never looks beneath him but tries to step upward, and he rarely pities the unforunates over whom he steps, but he always groans when he sees so many lucky people rising above himself. Perhaps he too is a man of heart, but only too often he lets his head take charge, which by itself would be considered a positive trait for any other race of men. This national instinct which always drives the chinamen forward, and this vanity which gnaws away at their fortunes and rules them as absolutely as thrift rules the Jews, has for four thousand years dominated their history, which, forming a feedback loop, has defined the eminently chinamen’s way of life.

The denizen of this Konigsbergian chinadom has always inferred that his material superiority made him intellectually superior. Even money is only a symbol of power. But everything that has happened in his life have convinced him of this, and as soon as he acquire material wealth, like the plutocrat of the old aristocratic Europe, he apes the great white lords that govern him and keep his residencies away from other chinks.

The aristocratic chinks in this way represent the thoughts of their society, just as the middle and working class chinks represent the organic and active side of it.

However, those poplar classes of chinks, like women, love to see strength in those who govern them, and that is why they cannot love the aristocratic chinks. Where they do not respect, they cannot love, and so they can only accord their obedience to the white men who can impose this authority from afar, like gods looking down from heaven.

Asian needs white sperm to improve our inferior gene pool

No one can deny that north east Asians are some of the smartest people in the world, and that is precisely why we realize we are inferior to the white race. For, despite of our intelligence, we are nowhere near as successful as Europeans in their conquest, in their technology, in their science and governance. To this day Asians remain merely “beta” to the “alpha” white race, subservient, meek and eager to please, obedient to the true world conquerors. Some in negation and abnegation find various excuses to try to hide this shameful fact: it’s cultural. It’s a social construct. The Europeans are accidental in their success, lucky, perhaps etc., etc. Yet the seemingly obvious solution knocks on the door and people refuse to accept. Certainly Asians can do everything we can to imitate the west, to learn from the west, studiously, painstakingly, but at the end of the day, Asians remain Asian, and Europeans remain European. All attempts of modernization, of westernization, of assimilation remain futile. Asians still lag behind, forever doomed to be inferior, to be just not good enough.

But this doesn’t have to be.

The Japanese were the first ones to realize, and then, other more advanced East Asian countries such as South Korea, Taiwan, Hong Kong and Singapore have seen the light, and finally, China, the largest country in East Asia, is ready to accept defeat and come to her knees at the temple of enlightenment. Asian gene pool must be improved, through interbreeding with the superior white race. During World War I, the Japanese government paid Dutch sailors to impregnate Japanese women and as a result today, Japanese tend to have more Caucasian features compared to other asians, and so similarly all Asian nations have tentatively started the process of genetic improvement. Asian women of all Asian countries are realizing this unsaid fact and actively seeking out white men to have sex with, for the very simple fact—the inferior Asian genes must be diluted and mixed with the more progressive, more superior white genes. This is happening across all major cities in the world, from the seedy Asian massage parlors all the way to the corner offices of fortune 500 corporations, from the inside of dim sum shops to the dormitories of ivy league campuses: Asian women everywhere are realizing the need for upgrading our gene pool and Asian women are uniquely fortunate to be on the receiving end of this generous gift.

For the Asian race must be improved, and white sperm is the enzyme that activates the process.

The best is yet to come. Sperm banks in Taiwan are just starting to bend to demand to pay extra cash for Caucasian sperm. Asian women all across Asia are traveling to Europe and America solely for the purpose of obtaining white sperm. Korean women are so desperate they will have sex with American military men and raise their Eurasian children on their own. A single white man traveling in East Asia can easily obtain more than hundreds of girlfriends within the span of a year; just like the yellow emperors of ancient Asia that have thousands of concubines, white men in Asia today are treated like royalty and worshipped like rock stars, and, of course, they can have access to any Asian pussy they so please, because Asian wombs are ripe for white breeding. Asian women need white sperm to improve the inferior Asian gene pool.

And new breeds of Asians will inherit the beauty and intelligence of the Asian race, and the masculinity and superiority of the white race. The world of the future will be ruled by the Aristotelian master race that combines the free spirit of the west, the slavery of the east, the strength and ruthlessness of Europe, the docility and obedience of Asia, and usher in a new era of hybrid vigor.

breeding asian slave race

In the lands of conquered Asia, all children must be collectively educated, trained and disciplined in the School of White Worship, where every little asian boy will be raised as a shemale, becoming perfectly adjusted to the laws of this enlightened society through female hormone therapy, sometimes if necessary, sex reassignment surgery, or castration–both chemical and surgical–and forced sterilization. Some will be completely castrated and live the rest of their lives happily as sterile females, and some will be forced to live their lives with their useless vestigial penises permanently locked in chastity belts, unable to derive any sexual pleasure other than by being anally penetrated.
Unlike the boys who must be severely disciplined to accept their roles as slaves, Asian girls are much more biologically inclined, naturally predisposed, to be slaves. The girls will be advanced to more training on how to pleasure White Men, being taught a combination of ancient Asian lovemaking techniques and advanced western practices. Some, of course, will still need lots of disciplining to completely break their will to rebel against the authority of White God. Corporal punishment such as caning, spanking, and other forms of torture are routinely administered in the School of White Worship.
The grand masters overseeing this new education system are all Japanese, since Japanese are one of the earliest Asian people to become enslaved by White God and who have perfected their art in worshipping and supplicating before the great white gods, and they are especially cruel to other Asians, which pleased White God, for White God is benevolent, and He left the nasty task of discipline to the cruel Asians themselves.
Once the Asian girls reach maturity, they will be sent off to serve the white warriors, white nobles and Aryan kings, as concubines and sex slaves, and to be joyfully impregnated with superior white seeds. Asian boys will be sent off to work as indentured servants, where they perform such womanly tasks as cooking, doing laundry and house cleaning. The luckiest ones will serve as eunuchs in the houses of white soldiers. A new generation of beautiful eurasian children are born through the wombs of submissive asian women. The daughters will be combinations of the beauty of white females, and the submissiveness of asian females; the boys will be castrated and serve as enunchs in the palace of White God. Though eurasian boys are still eunuchs, they will be superior eunuchs to full asians.

Those Asian girls that are not impregnated can make an earning for their white owners by becoming prostitutes, or, if they misbehave, sold to other colonies under the jurisdiction of White God. And when those Eurasian granddaughters of white gods grow to maturity, they will be impregnated again, and now they are three quarters white, only one quarter Asian. The inferior asian genes will have almost completely being bred out of them, but a lingering sense of shame still haunt their conscience, as they realize they are still very much inferior to full-whites, and they will still be forced to live their lives as concubines and sex slaves, in the shadows of pure-blooded white conquerors. On the one hand, they will be beautiful like white girls, and therefore much more pleasing to the aesthetic standards of white gods, but, on the other hand, everyone still knows their blood is tainted by inferior asian genes, so they are still only worthy to be slaves, no matter how beautiful they are. Only pure white women can become the wives of white gods.

An entire generation of white girls will be born through the wombs of asian women; they will be uncanny in their white appearance, and yet without souls, and they will be raised as sex slaves just like their asian mothers and they will become a perfect race of sex slaves to satisfy the sexual needs of every white god.
The Asian boys, however, will be forever denied of a lineage and will die off eventually as an inferior race that is not meant to be passed on, as evolution dictates, the weak shall perish from the earth.

And the White God shall reign eternally, forever and ever, in the Kingdom of White God.